Last night after habachi and sushi, I turned around in the car and looked at Georgia.
"You look tired, are you sleepy?"
"Yeah."
3 Sec. later...
"blluuughahh", projectile vomit all over the back of my seat.
3 min. later, "Daddy, I see salad and chicken." (in the puke)...
"Great Isaac, stop looking."
6 hrs. later...
From upstairs I hear Georgia crying. I go up to see if she's been sick. *Sidebar* Georgia can be DEAD asleep and when she comes to it's like you've been holding a conversation for 10 minutes and she picks up right where you left off.* So I walk in, she shoots up and says,
"Mama, I pee my bed my mouth."
1 min. later, after it's cleaned up,
"Mama I think it's chocolate in it."
NICE. You have to have kids if you don't already. You just have to.
